Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Qin Han leaned back in his chair, tapping the armrest with his fingers.

He didn't even need to deliberately use his mind-reading ability; he could see exactly what the two women were thinking.

It was simply because the King of Shu had a reputation for being a womanizer, and the Golden Snake Camp was his base in Shandong, which he was determined to conquer. Rather than resisting head-on, he might as well offer up his bed and exchange it for a job managing Shandong for him.

Taking a step back to advance is a clever strategy.

Qin Han's lips curled up slightly.

Since they've shown their sincerity, let's accept this pledge of loyalty. From now on, someone will need to keep an eye on things in Shandong.

He reached out and pinched Xia Qing's chin, lifting it slightly, his gaze slowly shifting between the two women.

"In that case..."

"I will grant your request."

The candlelight inside the tent flickered, casting intertwined shadows.

......

Meanwhile, at another part of the camp.

Inside a tent, the occasional suppressed cough and the muffled sound of something breaking could be heard.

Murong Fu lay on his cot, his face deathly pale, his eyes bloodshot, filled with resentment and bitterness that seemed to overflow from them.

"Young master, please calm down. As long as we're alive, we can always make a comeback!"

Bao Butong, holding a bowl of water, stood by with a pained expression, trying to persuade him.

Feng Bo'e punched the tent pole.

"That Qin fellow is going too far! Who does he think he is! He's just relying on having two monsters under his command!"

"No, no."

Bao Butong shook his head.

"I think the King of Shu is the most terrifying. He has manipulated everyone from beginning to end. Young master, this time... we've really bitten off more than we can chew."

"Do you need to tell me?!"

The storm raged, and he stiffened his neck.

"Once we get back to Swallow's Nest, I'll gather the men, I'm determined to..."

That's enough.

Murong Fu suddenly sat up, but before he could catch his breath, he coughed violently again, black blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

He glared at his two retainers, his eyes bloodshot.

"roll."

"Get out of here, all of you!"

Bao Butong and Feng Bo'e exchanged a glance, said nothing more, and left with their heads down.

In the shadows not far from the tent.

Dressed in black, Su Kui heard every word of the conversation inside, a cold glint in his eyes.

He harbored resentment towards His Highness.

Keeping it will only bring trouble.

Recalling the fleeting greed in Jiang Yuyan's eyes when she looked at Murong Fu during the day, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

Then her figure silently disappeared into the deeper darkness.

Hurried footsteps came from outside the tent, and a minor leader of the Golden Serpent Camp lifted the curtain and came in, his face full of anxiety.

"Gentlemen! Sha Tianguang's men are searching Young Master Murong's luggage, saying they want to find contraband!"

"What?!"

Feng Bo'e immediately jumped up.

Bao Butong's expression also changed. He turned around and glanced at Murong Fu, gritting his teeth as he spoke.

"Young master, we'll be right back!"

The two rushed out of the tent.

A night breeze swept in, causing the curtains to sway in the air.

As Murong Fu watched the two figures depart, a surge of blood welled up in his chest once more.

Just then, the tent flap was gently lifted.

A woman dressed as a maid walked in, carrying a bowl of steaming medicine, her head bowed.

"Who let you in? Get out!"

Murong Fu grabbed the teacup from beside his pillow and smashed it over his head.

The woman's shoulders trembled, and she almost dropped the medicine bowl in her hand. She raised her head, revealing a delicate and frail face.

It was Jiang Yuyan, but she had changed her clothes.

"Young...Young Master, I saw that you were badly injured, so I specially prepared some medicine for you."

The voice was very soft, and the eyes, wet in the candlelight, looked exceptionally innocent.

Murong Fu was taken aback.

That face reminded him of Wang Yuyan, no, even more docile and obedient than that treacherous woman who betrayed him.

A glint flashed in his eyes.

At least the one in front of me won't go and become an appendage to another man.

"Put it down and get out."

His tone softened somewhat.

"Yes."

Jiang Yuyan obediently responded, took the medicine bowl and stepped closer to the bedside. She bent down and placed the bowl on the low table by the bedside. Her hair fell down, and a faint fragrance entered Murong Fu's nostrils.

In that instant when his mind was slightly stirred.

Jiang Yuyan's hands shot out like lightning, gripping Murong Fu's two vital acupoints, Shenfeng and Lingxu, on his chest.

A chilling and domineering suction force suddenly erupted from her palm.

Beiming Divine Art!

"you!"

Murong Fu was horrified. His internal energy surged wildly into her body through two vital acupoints, completely unstoppable.

He wanted to call for help and resist, but he was seriously injured and his vital points were being held, so he couldn't muster any strength.

"Well…"

He could only make strange hoarse sounds from his throat, as a poisoned needle flashing with a ghostly blue light had somehow pierced his speech acupoint.

Ah Zi's "Throat-Locking Needle".

Jiang Yuyan raised her face, her pitiful appearance from before completely gone, replaced by a sickly smile.

"Young Master Murong."

Her voice was very soft.

"I will accept your skill without hesitation."

Murong Fu's body convulsed violently, his eyes bulged outwards, and his handsome face was distorted with fear.

All the pride of my life, the hope of reviving the Great Yan Dynasty, and the skills I've cultivated over decades have all become someone else's prize at this moment.

Before an incense stick could burn.

The once powerful Murong Fu lay limp on the bed, lifeless.

Jiang Yuyan released her grip, feeling the surging power within her body, and let out a comfortable sigh.

The power of a Grandmaster is indeed a great tonic.

She glanced at the gruesome corpse on the bed, her eyes devoid of any pity. She casually pulled out a poisoned needle, tidied up Murong Fu's clothes, and disguised it as if he had died from severe injuries and vomited blood.

After doing all this, the madness on his face gradually faded, and he put on that gentle and submissive expression again.

She looked down at her hands, and the corners of her mouth slowly curved into a smile.

She would not waste the opportunity His Highness had given her.

These hands will henceforth be used only to wield the sword for His Highness.

The tranquility of the camp was shattered by a heart-wrenching wail the next morning.

"Young Master!"

News of Murong Fu's death quickly spread throughout Mount Tai.

Feng Bo'e and Bao Butong held their young master's corpse and wept bitterly. In the end, the two of them, dejected and heartbroken, went down the mountain with the body.

In front of the main tent of the Qin and Han dynasties.

He looked at the two figures carrying the corpse down the mountain in the distance, then turned his gaze back to his side.

Jiang Yuyan was obediently handing him a cup of fresh tea. After refining and absorbing the power overnight, her complexion had improved considerably, and her eyes and brows revealed a satisfied look.

Innate Realm!

Not far away, Su Kui and A Zi looked surprised and innocent, respectively, both pretending that it had nothing to do with them.

Qin Han took the teacup, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, a playful smile on his face.

These three women are really interesting.